I'm Turned Inside Out

Like cold wet laundry, With nowhere to hang out Or go to stop, crying… It's the start of the weekend It's a Friday night And you've left me sinking, You've left me in a cycle of tears. Oh, how strange you aren't here To look into my eyes And dry my tears, Change the cycle of all those other years. As a single mother filled with rage When I lived without you, baby To free me from all my chains Oh, I'm so sorry; I can heal and change. Honey, give me another chance We can work it out Oh, I'm turned inside out Like cold wet laundry, With nowhere to hang out Or go to stop, crying… It's the start of the weekend It's a Friday night And you've left me here sinking, You've left me in a cycle of tears. Oh, how strange you aren't here To look into my eyes And dry my tears!